"Formed." Dozens of swords were created, and they began to attack Amram one by one to pull him back from the battlefield.
Yilbegan nimbly moved closer to Zahab. "That watch can help channel your strength and stop enemy attacks."
"Now say your prayer and do as the enemy does." Zahab gave his approval. His fingers held the astrological clock tightly, his eyes closed, and he solemnly began to repeat the prayer.
Possessor of compassion and wisdom
Creator of beginnings and endings
A Guide to Faith
Praying for him is great.
"Composing." Another miracle was formed again; sparkling gold light illuminated the place amidst the blue moonlight, and grain after grain of sand was lifted against the force of natural attraction and united the bonds with each other into balls of sand.
The prayer was successfully said, but before the sand had time to turn gold, the sword was faster at piercing his body, making blood seep through his blue clothes and slashing his internal organs.
Abqary pulled his sword, and suddenly Zahab fell. He vomited fresh blood from his mouth. New wounds appeared on his body as he looked increasingly helpless in this battle.
Yilbegan, who was not far from that place, swung his sword again; this time the battle became two against one. Unfortunately, Zahab didn't stop there. "Composing." He tried again to recite the prayer, which made the sand turn into iron, and attacked Abqary.
"So you've already chosen who your opponent will be." Abqary stared coldly with his yellow eyes at the person in front of him.
He tried to stand with his body holding on to the silver sword he created from sand. Then he raised it, ready to start fighting, even though his right fingers were still blistered from the fire that Amram had created.
"Composing." This word is a spell that shoots towards the target person like the tip of a sharp bow. Three bows flew straight at the enemy's body.
Zahab defended his body; his fingers gripped the sword and swung down. The attack he gave was reflected in another direction, and then he gave a straight horizontal attack to reverse the situation.
Unfortunately, the first three attacks were enough to increase the pain in his body. He fell again and coughed up some fresh blood, making him helpless.
The next attack came again, directed at him, who now had a defenseless body called "Gold." He said he was counterattacking the enemy, who looked so calm but was full of suppressed emotions.
Two arc-shaped precious metals met and threw each other away.
"Why are you still holding on?" The question was issued and shook the hearts of the young people who were not there.
"I don't even know..." Zahab just laughed bitterly, holding back every bit of pain. He wanted to curse. He looks like a loser right now.
"The death that haunts you keeps coming, but your vision still wants to live even when you are found in the desert," Abqary said, full of question marks.
Zahab was made to want to laugh again, and his mind and heart began to speak.
I have almost died many times since I became aware, even in a faraway place like this, but my will to survive is so strong.
"You're right I should have died many times, even when Yilbegan brought down the spear of punishment." I processed the words to find the right sentence to express what was in my heart; at least it could silence Abqary's emotions. "But I know the story about young people looking for treasure at the tops of the pyramids, and I will also look for treasure from my memories."
"The path you walk will be very difficult, and with me as a rock, you will walk." Abqary raised his arm and repeated the mantra, "Change."
"Gold." I used prayers to the primordial creator to reduce the damage to my body caused by the fight.
Sali met gold and iron, and from behind I heard a sword attack, and I turned around with my body half standing to block the attack given by Abqary.
My body was thrown backwards and rolled among the grains of sand, even though I still tried to stand up with the remaining strength in my body.
Seeing my helplessness didn't make Abqary stop his attacks; it seemed like this battle would continue until I was unconscious.
My body stood up to withstand the attacks given in the close combat we had. Abqary led the battle by delivering an attack on my left shoulder, which could only be defended with the silver sword in my left hand. Then he pulled it back and launched an attack from below. The fight could only allow me to survive without leading the battle at all.
Until I felt something was wrong and I looked at Yilbegan, and sure enough, a sword stabbed right at him, and it came from Amram's saber weapon, "Yilbegan." I shouted, but all I saw was Amram, who glanced at me and drew his saber. And soon, the moonlight became so bright in the blue sky.
Softly, a voice was heard, and my head shook as if my memory would come back again, but my gut feeling told me that a high existence would come to us. I thought about how that could happen. Wait, it doesn't come down but penetrates a person.
I also felt something very high oppressing us; the nuances of the place felt very heavy. My head started throbbing again, with several memory fragments like waves entering my memory.
'Are you afraid? was the only word that entered my memory before my consciousness began to peel away little by little. From a distance, I heard Yilbegan chanting something.
I pray for eternal faithfulness.
who never separates from his beloved.
forgiving and forgiving of every mistake.
And he is the giver of everything that is not his own.
That's when I saw Yilbegan's body slowly turning into a wild animal 4 meters tall, and between his body grew six animal legs like a wolf with a skull-faced head and very sharp dragon horns.